Heavenly Martial Arts - 652. Chapter 644

Following Emperor Yan Luo, Qin Lifeng was never besieged by those ghosts on the next journey. As for Emperor Yan Luo, he also knew the true origin of these ghosts.

It turns out that these ghosts are the many powerful people who have assassinated in the Yan Luo Temple in the past. After they died, some souls were collected and raised in the Styx River. After a long time, they became a kind of war spirits, obedient to the underworld. The existence of Heyuan has become one of the inner details of Yan Luo Temple.

The ghosts in the cave realm are not the most powerful. In the Yan Luo Palace, there have been some pure sun immortals that have been killed in the past dynasties. Now on both sides of the source of this river, there is a ghost emperor comparable to the pure sun.

There is even a legend that at the end of the Styx, there is the soul of the ancients that was suppressed before the eternity, whose power… surpasses the pure sun.

The closer Qin Lifeng got to the source of the Styx River, the more chill Qin Lifeng felt. It was a thrilling coldness, and it also revealed the breath of death that could not be allowed in the world.

Suddenly, Emperor Yama stopped making progress, and bowed to the darkness ahead: “Ancestor, the disciple brought him!”

In the next moment, in this endless darkness, a faint blue light suddenly bloomed, and with an irresistible force, it instantly enveloped the two of them. Qin Lifeng Chunyang’s cultivation base did not even possess the slightest ability to resist.

When he landed again, Qin Lifeng and Emperor Yan Luo appeared on a lone boat together. At the end of the boat stood a thin figure with his back to the two of them. There was no breath of practice on his body, but it made people feel It’s…thrilling.

This lone boat was driving on the terrifying Styx, and countless ghosts lingered on both sides, but none dared to offend, and even their faces were full of awe.

After Emperor Yan Luo sent Qin Lifeng here, he left, leaving Qin Lifeng alone. Taking a deep breath, Qin Lifeng took a step forward and bowed his head and said: “Junior Qin Lifeng, I have seen the ancestor, but I don’t know the name of the ancestor?”

The figure suddenly turned his head, it was an old man with white eyebrows, but his hair was purple, and his hair was fascinating. After looking at Qin Lifeng with black pupils for a moment, he said, “The old man is one of the ten Nether Masters, Jiao Tuo!”

“Ten Nether Gods?!” A hint of shock flashed in Qin Lifeng’s heart upon hearing this name.

According to the ancient legend of Yan Luodian, Yan Luodian itself is not the sect born of the human race, but originated from the demons. It was created by ten powerful demons, and those ten powerful ones are called…Netherworld Ten Respect.

The existence of these ten netherworld gods is far longer than the history of the Yan Luo Temple itself, and can even be traced back to the beginning of the Middle Ages, the era of the three emperors, the first emperor, and the emperor.

At that time, it was more than a million years away from the present big world.

If the old man in front of him is really one of the ten Netherworlds, then his terrifyingness is definitely beyond imagination, far more terrifying than any known gods and demons.

With a flash of thought in his mind, Qin Lifeng hurriedly said: “Qin Lifeng has seen the respected elder.”

“Yeah!” The old man’s figure moved suddenly, and the next moment, he appeared in front of Qin Lifeng, less than a foot away from him, very close, purple hair flying, black pupils looking at him, and a deep flashing faintly flashed past him. .

“Being able to prove pure Yang at the age of less than two Jiazi, you are already the most outstanding in the history of the Yan Luo Temple. The old man is very satisfied.” The old man nodded first, and then said: “Today the old man made a point. Counting that there is a younger disciple who will come to see me with important matters, it seems to be confirmed to you. Let me talk about it first, what’s the matter?”

The old man’s tone was very flat, but Qin Lifeng felt a shocking cold here. With his spiritual sense, the ordinary, seemingly approachable old man in front of him was actually a piece of ice that would never change, freezing all directions. .

Not dare to say more, Qin Lifeng immediately set off a trace of the imprinted breath from the soul, and bowed and said: “Respect the old man, the disciple was inadvertently possessed by this thing. But I can’t do anything about it, so I want to ask you to take action to solve it.”

At the moment that the aura of the imprint appeared, a gleam of light flashed in the old man’s dark pupils, his sleeves suddenly waved, and his thin palms immediately pressed against Qin Lifeng.

An earth-shattering chill shrouded millions of miles in an instant, and the water of the Styx was also frozen into ice at this instant.

Qin Lifeng was shocked to find that his body and soul were frozen in the cold, unable to move the slightest.

I could only watch, the old man pointed into his eyebrows, and the cold energy shot into the depths of his soul. The mark was excited, emitting a black light, resisting the chill.

“Hmph, although it is the thought of gods and demons, how can you resist the power of the old man through a world, not to mention, even if your body is here, the old man can cut it!” Suddenly, it originally seemed ordinary and unremarkable. The old man, a shock of earth-shattering coercion erupted on his body, which made the sky change color, the sky and the earth paled, and all methods of retreat.

He stands there, just like the world, the only master!

The power of the gods and demons, watching the world.

While his sleeves were waving, a deep blue air current hit the mark, enveloping it in an instant, and forced it out of Qin Lifeng’s body, and then the endless chill continued to erode the depth of the mark.

“You are too much, you know who this seat is!” Suddenly, a hoarse voice came out of the mark, spreading out with a domineering aura that would make heaven and earth worship.

Qin Lifeng nodded in a place far away from the old man. He guessed right, this mark itself was a power of the gods and demon realm.

The great power of the gods and demons came from…outside the big sky.

Staring at the mark, the old man snorted coldly, and the big sleeve was thrown away without mercy.

Although the master of that imprint is also the cultivation of gods and demons, his true body is far away from the sky, coming across the boundary, but a trace of divine thought can be against the power of the real gods and demons?

In an instant, the mark was captured by the old man.

“Now, you can talk about your identity!” Holding the frozen mark, the old man said flatly.

After a moment of silence, a voice finally came from the mark: “Shen Luo has no borders, six impermanence! This seat is the king of the six realms of the Sun Luo realm, the secret truth! This fellow Taoist, your strength is admired by this seat. I can apologize for the things that have been pinned on your younger generation before, but I hope you can let go of my spiritual thoughts. In the future, my true body will come, and I will be grateful. You, the great demon gate, form an alliance forever and advance and retreat together.”

After initially probing the old man’s unfathomable cultivation base, this self-proclaimed Secret Realm powerhouse changed his attitude from being strong to soft for a while.

And hearing the name Senluo Liudaojie, the old man couldn’t help but fell into contemplation.